I suppose THIS is a bike.
Good banter with locals at Ukai
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Day 7 Kyogle to Southport
Day 7
Finally the last and final day was upon us. The last 127 kms to go, after about 800kms already in the past 6 days. Packing up the tents for the last time, we headed towards the Bowling Club for our breakfast, which had the best sausages of the trip; obviously local Casino snags. We again got an early start out, following Pack 9 and had a leisurely 3-4 km ride out of town to the foothills of the Great Dividing Range.
Someone had told our group, that there were 4 hills, and the climb lasted anywhere from 12 to 18 kms. Truth is that there were 3 or 4 significant climbs, but there seemed to almost 100 smaller climbs for 26 kms. This was the most challenging section of the ride, and although there was a good climb of about 4 kms it simply continued throughout the next 20 kms. A lot of the later climbs in this stretch were sharp and short, with a steep incline. There was some respite with some downhill runs, and the scenery (for those in the mood) was fantastic, with valleys and the like. We passed Mount Warning which is the first point on the Australian mainland to receive sunlight each morning. The downhill ride to morning tea was understandably fast as we came out of the mountains. Errol led the way up the mountain today, and was excited when at morning tea there was a local fruit shop. More so when Conticki bought $5 of mandarins, and he was offered one by one of the ladies on the tour. The Investor had a much needed sugar hit at morning tea, having had his own worries coming down the first climb, with a four wheel drive approaching him in the middle of the road. Ray managed this well, but again it showed how important concentration was when riding.
After morning tea, we took off for Ukai, and Errol, The Investor, Reg and myself drafted at the back of Pack 6. They set a good pace of over 40kms an hour, although some of their riders dropped off as well. Eventually Ray and Johnny dropped off after about 5 kms, I dropped off after about 9, but Mark continued to Ukai with pack 6. We all alighted at the Ukai Pub for much needed rehydration, and there was an air of expectation and exhilaration as we were in the home stretch. Just for a change we were the last Pack to leave Ukai – but in a relaxed and jovial mood.
After lunch we had Terranora Hill which was our last sharp climb rising about another 4 kms, then across the ridge rolling up and down for about another 5 kms. This was great last climbing stretch, and extra the value when we saw the Gold Coast from the end of this stretch. We then road into South Tweed, and onto Surfers through residential streets, as well as along the coastal strip from Burleigh Heads. All the riders gathered at Broadbeach for a photo shoot, and then rode with police escorts to Seaworld at Southport.
Once there, it was a strange feeling – almost anti-climatic – as everyone collected their bikes and set off to their destination. We had covered over 910 kms in the 7 days.
Dinner was at Royal Pines Golf Club (I think) and it was a great spread, and a classy way to finish a great week!
127 kms in 4 hours 38 minutes
Finally the last and final day was upon us. The last 127 kms to go, after about 800kms already in the past 6 days. Packing up the tents for the last time, we headed towards the Bowling Club for our breakfast, which had the best sausages of the trip; obviously local Casino snags. We again got an early start out, following Pack 9 and had a leisurely 3-4 km ride out of town to the foothills of the Great Dividing Range.
Someone had told our group, that there were 4 hills, and the climb lasted anywhere from 12 to 18 kms. Truth is that there were 3 or 4 significant climbs, but there seemed to almost 100 smaller climbs for 26 kms. This was the most challenging section of the ride, and although there was a good climb of about 4 kms it simply continued throughout the next 20 kms. A lot of the later climbs in this stretch were sharp and short, with a steep incline. There was some respite with some downhill runs, and the scenery (for those in the mood) was fantastic, with valleys and the like. We passed Mount Warning which is the first point on the Australian mainland to receive sunlight each morning. The downhill ride to morning tea was understandably fast as we came out of the mountains. Errol led the way up the mountain today, and was excited when at morning tea there was a local fruit shop. More so when Conticki bought $5 of mandarins, and he was offered one by one of the ladies on the tour. The Investor had a much needed sugar hit at morning tea, having had his own worries coming down the first climb, with a four wheel drive approaching him in the middle of the road. Ray managed this well, but again it showed how important concentration was when riding.
After morning tea, we took off for Ukai, and Errol, The Investor, Reg and myself drafted at the back of Pack 6. They set a good pace of over 40kms an hour, although some of their riders dropped off as well. Eventually Ray and Johnny dropped off after about 5 kms, I dropped off after about 9, but Mark continued to Ukai with pack 6. We all alighted at the Ukai Pub for much needed rehydration, and there was an air of expectation and exhilaration as we were in the home stretch. Just for a change we were the last Pack to leave Ukai – but in a relaxed and jovial mood.
After lunch we had Terranora Hill which was our last sharp climb rising about another 4 kms, then across the ridge rolling up and down for about another 5 kms. This was great last climbing stretch, and extra the value when we saw the Gold Coast from the end of this stretch. We then road into South Tweed, and onto Surfers through residential streets, as well as along the coastal strip from Burleigh Heads. All the riders gathered at Broadbeach for a photo shoot, and then rode with police escorts to Seaworld at Southport.
Once there, it was a strange feeling – almost anti-climatic – as everyone collected their bikes and set off to their destination. We had covered over 910 kms in the 7 days.
Dinner was at Royal Pines Golf Club (I think) and it was a great spread, and a classy way to finish a great week!
127 kms in 4 hours 38 minutes
Day 6 Grafton to Kyogle
Today was a little less daunting in the length of ride, and the hills after leaving Coffs yesterday. We left Grafton as the first Pack – way to go Rolex, having had breakfast at the RSL.
We rode today as a tight back, mainly in single file as we were on single lane roads which had a fair bit of traffic. Pack 8 (not late today) kept a good pace and arrived in good time at morning tea at Whiporie with a good spread of foods on, as had been the case all week. The volunteers did a great job in holding back supplies as new packs arrived. Morning tea was in what seemed like an old scout hall – which hadn’t had the toilets cleaned for some years!
We had a good roll after morning tea to lunch, although some were expecting chips at Casino, only to have the standard salad roll fare. Lachlan was staying at Casino that night, as were several other riders, as the accommodation fills up pretty quickly at Kyogle. So Lachlan stayed in casino, and didn’t make the ride onto Kyogle. Rolex had us moving out of morning tea and lunch quickly today, although we nearly left Errol behind, as he had fallen asleep under a tree at lunch. He joined pack 8 over the bridge, and we then had a good ride through to Kyogle, which was fairly flat but good rolling country land, dominated by cattle.
Once at Kyogle in record time well before 3.00pm, we gathered in the rehydration chamber in town. Biscuits still had some technical manoeuvres, as he was getting some repairs to his wheel. We had flattened out on flats since the wet day on Tuesday into Nambucca. The Investor showed great promise when he produced his C02 bottles today for Arnott’s flat – only to be unable to operate the thing! The local bike shops had made some good money on the way up to Queensland, but they were generally reasonably priced, with riders having wheels and spokes repaired to name but a few.
Dinner was at the Kyogle Bowling Club, and whilst plenty to eat was our most average meal of the week. The food was a little bland and too fatty, and certainly not up to the standard of Grafton RSL last night, who had our booking a day late, but were able to knock up a great dinner in less than 2 hours! And we would not have been the wiser if we hadn’t been told, the food was that good.
There were a few shenanigans’ back at the Caravan Park, as the reality set in that we were almost there having rode almost 800 kms and with the hardest riding days behind us. Reg (Johnny) had an unexpected visitor in his tent when he returned from the amenities block, as Conticki had hidden in his tent. There was a short moment of hysteria as Reg thought he may have been in the wrong tent! Then there was a symphony of animal noises before the snoring set in. The riders were in close proximity to each other at this campsite, and it was obvious that people were pretty tired at this stage, with a noticeable increase in the decibels of snoring.
131 kms 5 hours 26 minutes
We rode today as a tight back, mainly in single file as we were on single lane roads which had a fair bit of traffic. Pack 8 (not late today) kept a good pace and arrived in good time at morning tea at Whiporie with a good spread of foods on, as had been the case all week. The volunteers did a great job in holding back supplies as new packs arrived. Morning tea was in what seemed like an old scout hall – which hadn’t had the toilets cleaned for some years!
We had a good roll after morning tea to lunch, although some were expecting chips at Casino, only to have the standard salad roll fare. Lachlan was staying at Casino that night, as were several other riders, as the accommodation fills up pretty quickly at Kyogle. So Lachlan stayed in casino, and didn’t make the ride onto Kyogle. Rolex had us moving out of morning tea and lunch quickly today, although we nearly left Errol behind, as he had fallen asleep under a tree at lunch. He joined pack 8 over the bridge, and we then had a good ride through to Kyogle, which was fairly flat but good rolling country land, dominated by cattle.
Once at Kyogle in record time well before 3.00pm, we gathered in the rehydration chamber in town. Biscuits still had some technical manoeuvres, as he was getting some repairs to his wheel. We had flattened out on flats since the wet day on Tuesday into Nambucca. The Investor showed great promise when he produced his C02 bottles today for Arnott’s flat – only to be unable to operate the thing! The local bike shops had made some good money on the way up to Queensland, but they were generally reasonably priced, with riders having wheels and spokes repaired to name but a few.
Dinner was at the Kyogle Bowling Club, and whilst plenty to eat was our most average meal of the week. The food was a little bland and too fatty, and certainly not up to the standard of Grafton RSL last night, who had our booking a day late, but were able to knock up a great dinner in less than 2 hours! And we would not have been the wiser if we hadn’t been told, the food was that good.
There were a few shenanigans’ back at the Caravan Park, as the reality set in that we were almost there having rode almost 800 kms and with the hardest riding days behind us. Reg (Johnny) had an unexpected visitor in his tent when he returned from the amenities block, as Conticki had hidden in his tent. There was a short moment of hysteria as Reg thought he may have been in the wrong tent! Then there was a symphony of animal noises before the snoring set in. The riders were in close proximity to each other at this campsite, and it was obvious that people were pretty tired at this stage, with a noticeable increase in the decibels of snoring.
131 kms 5 hours 26 minutes
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Day 5 Nambucca Heads to Grafton
If there was a day to train for it was today.
We knew it was the longest day, stretching almost 150 kms, and Skipper was keen for us to make an early start. We were scheduled to leave at 7.05am, and Ray and I certainly benefited from having taken a cabin at the Big4 Caravan Park the night before. Adrian had us ready to go and moved to our breakfast with all the others, and off we took - the first time to leave early as Pack Late (8). Once assembled we were informed by Rolex (Skipper) that we had another flat tyre - on the support vehicle! Each pack has its own vehicle that tails the pack, with a sign informing approaching motorists that they were approaching fund raising cyclists. Ironic that we set off early - only to be hit by the only car flat of the trip!
We had a really good pedal into Coffs Harbour. About 10kms out, we turned off the freeway and hit the sidestreets, which quickly became cycle paths. Mark (Welby / Erroll) had a fall - at a pedestrian crossing. I think he was looking for a mandarin. We were heading to the porpoise pools and making good time, when Laurie headed up the wrong street. This would still have got us there, but about 40 riders 'followed the lead sheep' ( I think I was third), only to be rounded up and sent back and on the correct route. Morning tea was great (Laurie beat us), but I lost a cycling glove there, and then thought I had lost my phone.
Leaving Coffs we headed up past the Big Bannana. Happier memories soon evaporated as we began the 'banana climb' on Bruxner Road, which was the first left after the Big banana, and heading towards Nana Glen (not to be mistaken for Nana Bawannna). The Big Banana climb became the most cahllenging piece of fruit to master on the whole trip. Although Erroll would prefer a mandarin, this was a 5 km which rose probably about 300 - 350 metres. I was told the stretch was only 1.8kms, and went out a little hard. There were different pack riders that soon became in a race to the top. I passed 11 riders from Pack 7 (told they had nothing!) and got beaten to the top in the last 100 metres by Lachlan. We all had a break at the top for 5 minutes, then Rolex turned up and we had another 15 minute break!
Lunch was at Glenreagh, and we began what Erroll / Welby said was the start of the real riding for the trip. We had about 35 plus kms to lunch, through initially some steep descents and some through some lovely rolling country. Pack Late became a bit spread out as it was a good opportunity to have a bit of a ride. It seemed that today was racing day for many of the Packs, as there was quite a bit of boasting about who was King of The Mountain at the top of the Big Banan hill, and who won the sprint to Glenreagh. We were all riding pretty well, when Matlock had a flat tyre at the bottom of one of the rolling hills we were riding on. Most of our pack rode straight past, except Welby who stooped to help. Whilst we regrouped at the top of the hill to wait for the repairs, Falconio and Sweet rode past to do their own thing.
Lunch was much appreciated at Glenreagh, although having rode almost 100 kms with 50 to go, I think we were wondering where we would get the legs from on the longest day of the tour. Lunch each day was well organised, healthy and nourishing, with a good spread of cold meats, salads and bread rolls, with water and soft drink to replenish fluids. The volunteers who were always cheery and encouraging, and rolled out extra platters of food as extra Packs came in for lunch each day. Morning tea was the same, although it ended to be a little more social between the riders, as most of the time all the Packs were at morning tea for some time that over lapped. Morning tea was cakes, fruit, tea and coffee, plus water, which was on a custom built trailor which belonged to Engadine Rotary Club, who I think took it from the Volunteer Fire Service years ago.
We took off after lunch, riding as a pack to Grafton, until we hit some hills again. Thereafter, pack 8 split up and rode there own lines into town. I don't think we had any more flats that afternoon. Ray and I were passed by Pack 4 mid way into the afternoon, and we decided to join the back for a bit. Arnotts also tagged on, and we drafted for about 10 kms (Ray the Investor), whilst Arnotts and I were there were about 6 - 7 kms. The skipper - Mike Pearson - of Pack 4 was quite entertaining and amusing, as he realised that he had some dropins at the back. The Investor inflamed the situation by calling out 'slowing' a few times for us Pack Laters at the back. Pack riding took on another level here, as Pack 4 were sitting on 35 kms plus constantly over this stretch. Eventually he got rid of the 'serial pests' from Pack 8, as they burned up some hills.
Pack 8 regrouped about 10 kms out of Grafton, and we rode into town together. Kenny Robinson, who was doing few sessions with our Pack, took us a back way into Grafton, although when we passed the Railway Station, it was tempting to book some tickets to Queensland.
Dinner was at the RSL, and a pretty good feed, and we had hotel accommodation at the pub. I shared with Reg (Johnny) and after some fighting, Johnny got the double bed.
A few quotes from the past days worth sharing;
'Pain is weakness leaving your body'
'There is no hill higher then 3 metres'
'Conticki in Action again'
'Theres no bad kids - only some better then others'
151 kms 6 hours 28 minutes. 22.9 kms / hour
We knew it was the longest day, stretching almost 150 kms, and Skipper was keen for us to make an early start. We were scheduled to leave at 7.05am, and Ray and I certainly benefited from having taken a cabin at the Big4 Caravan Park the night before. Adrian had us ready to go and moved to our breakfast with all the others, and off we took - the first time to leave early as Pack Late (8). Once assembled we were informed by Rolex (Skipper) that we had another flat tyre - on the support vehicle! Each pack has its own vehicle that tails the pack, with a sign informing approaching motorists that they were approaching fund raising cyclists. Ironic that we set off early - only to be hit by the only car flat of the trip!
We had a really good pedal into Coffs Harbour. About 10kms out, we turned off the freeway and hit the sidestreets, which quickly became cycle paths. Mark (Welby / Erroll) had a fall - at a pedestrian crossing. I think he was looking for a mandarin. We were heading to the porpoise pools and making good time, when Laurie headed up the wrong street. This would still have got us there, but about 40 riders 'followed the lead sheep' ( I think I was third), only to be rounded up and sent back and on the correct route. Morning tea was great (Laurie beat us), but I lost a cycling glove there, and then thought I had lost my phone.
Leaving Coffs we headed up past the Big Bannana. Happier memories soon evaporated as we began the 'banana climb' on Bruxner Road, which was the first left after the Big banana, and heading towards Nana Glen (not to be mistaken for Nana Bawannna). The Big Banana climb became the most cahllenging piece of fruit to master on the whole trip. Although Erroll would prefer a mandarin, this was a 5 km which rose probably about 300 - 350 metres. I was told the stretch was only 1.8kms, and went out a little hard. There were different pack riders that soon became in a race to the top. I passed 11 riders from Pack 7 (told they had nothing!) and got beaten to the top in the last 100 metres by Lachlan. We all had a break at the top for 5 minutes, then Rolex turned up and we had another 15 minute break!
Lunch was at Glenreagh, and we began what Erroll / Welby said was the start of the real riding for the trip. We had about 35 plus kms to lunch, through initially some steep descents and some through some lovely rolling country. Pack Late became a bit spread out as it was a good opportunity to have a bit of a ride. It seemed that today was racing day for many of the Packs, as there was quite a bit of boasting about who was King of The Mountain at the top of the Big Banan hill, and who won the sprint to Glenreagh. We were all riding pretty well, when Matlock had a flat tyre at the bottom of one of the rolling hills we were riding on. Most of our pack rode straight past, except Welby who stooped to help. Whilst we regrouped at the top of the hill to wait for the repairs, Falconio and Sweet rode past to do their own thing.
Lunch was much appreciated at Glenreagh, although having rode almost 100 kms with 50 to go, I think we were wondering where we would get the legs from on the longest day of the tour. Lunch each day was well organised, healthy and nourishing, with a good spread of cold meats, salads and bread rolls, with water and soft drink to replenish fluids. The volunteers who were always cheery and encouraging, and rolled out extra platters of food as extra Packs came in for lunch each day. Morning tea was the same, although it ended to be a little more social between the riders, as most of the time all the Packs were at morning tea for some time that over lapped. Morning tea was cakes, fruit, tea and coffee, plus water, which was on a custom built trailor which belonged to Engadine Rotary Club, who I think took it from the Volunteer Fire Service years ago.
We took off after lunch, riding as a pack to Grafton, until we hit some hills again. Thereafter, pack 8 split up and rode there own lines into town. I don't think we had any more flats that afternoon. Ray and I were passed by Pack 4 mid way into the afternoon, and we decided to join the back for a bit. Arnotts also tagged on, and we drafted for about 10 kms (Ray the Investor), whilst Arnotts and I were there were about 6 - 7 kms. The skipper - Mike Pearson - of Pack 4 was quite entertaining and amusing, as he realised that he had some dropins at the back. The Investor inflamed the situation by calling out 'slowing' a few times for us Pack Laters at the back. Pack riding took on another level here, as Pack 4 were sitting on 35 kms plus constantly over this stretch. Eventually he got rid of the 'serial pests' from Pack 8, as they burned up some hills.
Pack 8 regrouped about 10 kms out of Grafton, and we rode into town together. Kenny Robinson, who was doing few sessions with our Pack, took us a back way into Grafton, although when we passed the Railway Station, it was tempting to book some tickets to Queensland.
Dinner was at the RSL, and a pretty good feed, and we had hotel accommodation at the pub. I shared with Reg (Johnny) and after some fighting, Johnny got the double bed.
A few quotes from the past days worth sharing;
'Pain is weakness leaving your body'
'There is no hill higher then 3 metres'
'Conticki in Action again'
'Theres no bad kids - only some better then others'
151 kms 6 hours 28 minutes. 22.9 kms / hour
Day 4 North Haven to Nambuuca Heads
To put it simply, this was a day that Clarke Rubber would have been proud of.
We left Nambucca about 7.45am. Laurie had joined our pack. A really nice fella, Laurie seems to have been in more packs then a Disney toy in a McDonalds Happy meal. We were still happy to have him, and laurie almost has the full set of ribbons. Different coloured ribbons are given to each pack. Pack Late (8) wears a red ribbon at the rear of the bike - normally on the carry bag - which helps with identification. Pack 1 refuse to wear a ribbon - which is a statement in itself - both about skill and ego! Laurie now has Red, Yellow, Purple and a couple of others.
The ride from North Haven was on the skinniest road, as we headed north, After 4 minutes 21 seconds, Arnottts Biscuits (dave) had a flat tyre. It took us only about 6 minutes to fix, and near 15 minutes to get a break in the traffic. Back going again, and Sweet (Carole Anne) had a scare from a savage dog who appeared to like rubber. I was able to scare him off, as Starskey and Hutch were patrolling well ahead. We had a fairly busy time of it to the highway, with solid traffic making its way to Lachlans holiday home (Port Macquarie).
We had a tricky cross onto the Highway, and Reg (Johnny) pulled up quickly half way across in front of Michael. We kissed tyres, and somehow we both stayed upright, but again the message was clear to concentrate at all times. Some of Pack 8 were wondering about 'little brother syndrome' as I was having some fun with my older brothers (which was odd as some thought I was the oldest!).
Once we got on the Highway, we had a good ride through to morning tea near Telegraph Point on the Highway. we had a team photo here - which took a full morning tea to organise - and then set off to Kempsey. we had a a great opportunity crossing all the famous rivers on the north coast that we learrned about in Primary school. we crossed the Hunter, Manning, Camden Haven, McClay, Clarence , Hastings, plus several other tributaries. Then we found out how they were filled. It rained, and by the time we got 10 kms from morning tea we were all soaked.
It showered on and off the rest of the day. we had 13 punctures in total. Our best effort at replacing a tube was by the Prodigal Son(Ed) and I when we broke the record to start at 4 minutes. Unfortunately, we couldn't pump the tyre up, as we had lodged the valve within the tyre. My father would have been proud of my mechanical skills.
Arnotts had a rubbery sought of day - probably would have preferred to design biscuits. He sailed past the Investor, having got a flat at Kempsey, and 3 more after lunch. I added a flat whilst waiting at Kempsey to go to 4. Certainly the rain was bringing up the small stones and shards of glass, that Pack 8 was making regular trips to bike shops to top up on tubes. Luckily the stalker (Adrian) was always willing to help out, and was of invaluable assistance. The skipper Rolex also took a blow, doing two tubes.
Lunch was at Clybucca, and we stopped for a little while at a fruit stop, where Mark enjoyed his mandarins which were shouted by Previs (Phil). we made it to Nambucca Heads, after a bit of a sprint to the finish. We also have a had some drink bottles fall off over the trip. Michael Day 1 at the bottom of Bumble Hill, Ray today (in front of Michael and Lorraine - Lorraine ran straight over it), and Arnotts (Dave) who is always looking for a new recipe.
Dinner at the local RSL.
We rode 136 kms at 23.2 in just under 6 hours.
At dinner we purchased Arnotts his lost pump, which he then proceeded to give away!
We left Nambucca about 7.45am. Laurie had joined our pack. A really nice fella, Laurie seems to have been in more packs then a Disney toy in a McDonalds Happy meal. We were still happy to have him, and laurie almost has the full set of ribbons. Different coloured ribbons are given to each pack. Pack Late (8) wears a red ribbon at the rear of the bike - normally on the carry bag - which helps with identification. Pack 1 refuse to wear a ribbon - which is a statement in itself - both about skill and ego! Laurie now has Red, Yellow, Purple and a couple of others.
The ride from North Haven was on the skinniest road, as we headed north, After 4 minutes 21 seconds, Arnottts Biscuits (dave) had a flat tyre. It took us only about 6 minutes to fix, and near 15 minutes to get a break in the traffic. Back going again, and Sweet (Carole Anne) had a scare from a savage dog who appeared to like rubber. I was able to scare him off, as Starskey and Hutch were patrolling well ahead. We had a fairly busy time of it to the highway, with solid traffic making its way to Lachlans holiday home (Port Macquarie).
We had a tricky cross onto the Highway, and Reg (Johnny) pulled up quickly half way across in front of Michael. We kissed tyres, and somehow we both stayed upright, but again the message was clear to concentrate at all times. Some of Pack 8 were wondering about 'little brother syndrome' as I was having some fun with my older brothers (which was odd as some thought I was the oldest!).
Once we got on the Highway, we had a good ride through to morning tea near Telegraph Point on the Highway. we had a team photo here - which took a full morning tea to organise - and then set off to Kempsey. we had a a great opportunity crossing all the famous rivers on the north coast that we learrned about in Primary school. we crossed the Hunter, Manning, Camden Haven, McClay, Clarence , Hastings, plus several other tributaries. Then we found out how they were filled. It rained, and by the time we got 10 kms from morning tea we were all soaked.
It showered on and off the rest of the day. we had 13 punctures in total. Our best effort at replacing a tube was by the Prodigal Son(Ed) and I when we broke the record to start at 4 minutes. Unfortunately, we couldn't pump the tyre up, as we had lodged the valve within the tyre. My father would have been proud of my mechanical skills.
Arnotts had a rubbery sought of day - probably would have preferred to design biscuits. He sailed past the Investor, having got a flat at Kempsey, and 3 more after lunch. I added a flat whilst waiting at Kempsey to go to 4. Certainly the rain was bringing up the small stones and shards of glass, that Pack 8 was making regular trips to bike shops to top up on tubes. Luckily the stalker (Adrian) was always willing to help out, and was of invaluable assistance. The skipper Rolex also took a blow, doing two tubes.
Lunch was at Clybucca, and we stopped for a little while at a fruit stop, where Mark enjoyed his mandarins which were shouted by Previs (Phil). we made it to Nambucca Heads, after a bit of a sprint to the finish. We also have a had some drink bottles fall off over the trip. Michael Day 1 at the bottom of Bumble Hill, Ray today (in front of Michael and Lorraine - Lorraine ran straight over it), and Arnotts (Dave) who is always looking for a new recipe.
Dinner at the local RSL.
We rode 136 kms at 23.2 in just under 6 hours.
At dinner we purchased Arnotts his lost pump, which he then proceeded to give away!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Knicknames Pack 8
Pack 8 was pretty classy, and lived for the rides by supporting each other, having a laugh and not taking it all too serious.
This is a good idea - especially when you spend more time standing around chatting, or fixing flat tyres, or changing wheels.
So our pack nicknames were;
Chris Maxworthey - Skipper. Sometimes known as Lauda. Has more riding nicxs then anyone else on the Tore De Southport. Also referred to as Bitchy (after falling on Day 2). Eventually we settled on Rolex. It always keeps good time - the skipper don't!
Mark - The good doctor from Newcastle. A Pom as well. Some called him 'Who' (dr who), but Kildare.
Johnny Kelleher - Ponderosa (traditional); Reg (on the buses) or the 'the Bus Conductor'. See earlier blogs.
Mark Kelleher - Welby (traditional). Erroll (after Flynn), Curtley (after Ambrose), fruity (because he loves eating a mandarin).
Ray Bernasconi - The Investor. see earlier blogs.
Michael Kelleher - The Speculator. See earlier blogs. Conticki (ask Erroll).
Peter - Falconio. See Day 1 blog
Carol Anne - 'Sweet' aka Neil Diamond
Dave Foley - Arnotts. Told the Pack on Day 1 his job was a buscuit maker. Everyone believed him. Hes not.
Lynne Davies - Iva. Icehouse.
John and Don - our Tandem riders, they became known as te enforcers of Pack 8 and all riders. Day 1 - Miami Vive; Day 2 Dules of Hazard; Day 3 the Mod Sqaud; Day 4 Starskey and Hutch; Day 5 Steve McGarrett and Danno - Hawaii Five 0. Day 6 - Danny Glover and Mel Gibson (Lethal Weapon); Day 7 - The Dynamic Duo - Batman and Robin.
Dave the Counsellor - Chloree (Silence of the Lambs)
Phil - Previs (is riding a hybrid bike but goes well)
Craig - Gov or Lachlan (works for Macquarie Bank)
Ray from Cronulla - Matlock (ex copper)
AWOLP8 (absent without leave Pack 8)
Ed - initially known as Wilbur (Mr Ed), Ed left us for Pack 7, but returned after 1 riding session. Instantly became the Prodigal Son.
Toni and Donna - Shirley and Laverne, they went to Pack 7 on Day 2. when Ed returned and they didn't, became Mary Magdalene and Martha.
Cliff - established before lunch on day 1 as simply 'grumble-bum' by the girls, starred as the 'Red Barron' for the rest of the trip
Rowan - Nelson. (South African)
This is a good idea - especially when you spend more time standing around chatting, or fixing flat tyres, or changing wheels.
So our pack nicknames were;
Chris Maxworthey - Skipper. Sometimes known as Lauda. Has more riding nicxs then anyone else on the Tore De Southport. Also referred to as Bitchy (after falling on Day 2). Eventually we settled on Rolex. It always keeps good time - the skipper don't!
Mark - The good doctor from Newcastle. A Pom as well. Some called him 'Who' (dr who), but Kildare.
Johnny Kelleher - Ponderosa (traditional); Reg (on the buses) or the 'the Bus Conductor'. See earlier blogs.
Mark Kelleher - Welby (traditional). Erroll (after Flynn), Curtley (after Ambrose), fruity (because he loves eating a mandarin).
Ray Bernasconi - The Investor. see earlier blogs.
Michael Kelleher - The Speculator. See earlier blogs. Conticki (ask Erroll).
Peter - Falconio. See Day 1 blog
Carol Anne - 'Sweet' aka Neil Diamond
Dave Foley - Arnotts. Told the Pack on Day 1 his job was a buscuit maker. Everyone believed him. Hes not.
Lynne Davies - Iva. Icehouse.
John and Don - our Tandem riders, they became known as te enforcers of Pack 8 and all riders. Day 1 - Miami Vive; Day 2 Dules of Hazard; Day 3 the Mod Sqaud; Day 4 Starskey and Hutch; Day 5 Steve McGarrett and Danno - Hawaii Five 0. Day 6 - Danny Glover and Mel Gibson (Lethal Weapon); Day 7 - The Dynamic Duo - Batman and Robin.
Dave the Counsellor - Chloree (Silence of the Lambs)
Phil - Previs (is riding a hybrid bike but goes well)
Craig - Gov or Lachlan (works for Macquarie Bank)
Ray from Cronulla - Matlock (ex copper)
AWOLP8 (absent without leave Pack 8)
Ed - initially known as Wilbur (Mr Ed), Ed left us for Pack 7, but returned after 1 riding session. Instantly became the Prodigal Son.
Toni and Donna - Shirley and Laverne, they went to Pack 7 on Day 2. when Ed returned and they didn't, became Mary Magdalene and Martha.
Cliff - established before lunch on day 1 as simply 'grumble-bum' by the girls, starred as the 'Red Barron' for the rest of the trip
Rowan - Nelson. (South African)
Day 3 Buladelah to North Haven
Great to wake up in down town Buladelah. This Caravan park must have been the toast of the twon BEFORE they agreed on the by pass Freeway, which will now go over the hill.
Last night we had the Freeway at Morriset about 1 km away from our campsite. Last night the main road was about 50 metres away. And let me tell you - the Brisbane to Sydney (and vice versa) double d's start before midnight on a Sunday. I suspect that most of them are manly supporters after their win against Souths on Sunday.
We had Breakfast at the Pub in Buladelah, with again a good spread on offer. Eggs and bacon were on the go, to fire up the riders to North Haven. Luckily there were no baked beans - or the fire may have been more amid the Pack riders. We had no early openers at the Pub - not for a lack of interest among the riders who were barbing their skippers.
Pack 8 had by now found some deserters from day 1. Whilst the girls had moved on, and a couple of blokes, we came to realise that only the stayers and true believers belonged in the pack. We were like a group of fillies before a big race; nattering away, and failing to realise when we should head off. Unfortunately, our biggest frolicking filly was skipper Chris. He loves a chat, and seems to work on Fiji time - 'relax - it will happen'.
Regardless we gathered up at the caravan park for our 7.30 departure at 7.55am, only to see 2 of our team leaving the carpark (in a car). A level of frustration was offset by the chance to visit the toliets, and reacquaint one self with the surrounds of the Caravan Park at Buladelah. we eventually left at 8.20am, once Peter and Carole Anne had settled their bike finding difficulties.
We set off up the hill from Buladelah, and skipper Chris quickly taught us the art of rollovers, ones and twos, and avoiding trouble on a busy freeway. The freeway was relatively uneventful, with little happening but some neat rolling, and working in pairs. Pack 8 was moving like a well oiled machine - certainly since we had moved off the likes of the Red Baron, Shirley and Laverne, and others who didn't even warrant a nickname.
Our first hiccup was when Michael the Speculator ran over a rock at 40kms an hour, after about 16 ks on the road (no embellishment here, but it seemed like a bolder just appeared out of Mad Max). Pack 8 was to begin a love affair with the p ssssssssssssh .ss. hhh sound of the deflating tyre. Welby / Erroll / Curtley Kelleher assisted with repairs, and the repair team for punctures was tightening in Pack 8 (time taken = 7 minutes). I was making a serious challenge for the most flats in the week, and was confident of a good return here.
We made really good progress to our morning tea at Nabiac, where we found another 5 Packs waiting our arrival. That was because of the last on - last off principal; as there were roadworks further ahead at Kew, that meant riders had to be mini-bussed for 20 kms or so. Hence there was a backlog at Nabiac so as the queue wasn't south of Kew where the buses were running. The RTA who suggested this solution thought it was best not to use a new stretch of road, and keep the queuee (Kew) at Nabiac. Sound confusing? Join the queue.
The lengthy stay at morning tea became more confusing as we realised that skipper Chris had driven to Taree to replace his wheel. We in Pack 8 moved on in support of our skipper, and relocated Chris around the reentry to Failford north of Forster. We rode on a some balmy weather for this time of year. We journeyed over the Manning River twice, and our local GP Doctor Kildare was making more local calls into our riding lines then a Victorian Police Officer covering Underbelly. Kildare was riding mean (but not lean - his calves would make a great roast dinner) and was preoccupied with riding in the highest gears (and ring). Still - it made us feel safe so he could do what he wants.
Our Tandem bike riders had been summoned to another precinct, rode ahead all day to keep the other packs in order, and famously known today on day 3 as the Dukes of Hazard. They had their lovely wives with the for the trip, who along with Adrian assisted to the needs of Pack 8 like no other in the ride. The Dukes had a flat before the bus ride, and waited for the trusty team of Pack 8 to assist (once we arrived) to fix another flat tyre. Mark welby assited with the change, as did Michael, and luckily we both had helmets on as we knocked each other over bending over to fix the rim of the replaced tyre. Johhny wasn't impressed, and we looking a bit like the 3 stooges with a lot of riding to go. We were starting to collect enough bike tubes to setup our own trampoline business, and began putting out sounders for disused tubes to other Packs.
Eventually we made it to the mini bus changeover to Kew. Johnny found a better seat away from the back of the bus (with no emergency exit signs attached), but Mark / welby collected his head on the roof at the back sitting down. The trip was uneventful, but Pack 8 is lobbying that this 15 - 20 day scenic trip be part of every year's trip - every day; targetting steep climbs etc.
The Investor took us to his father in laws palce in North Haven once we pdealled from Kew into North Haven, a lovely coastal retreat on the mid north coast not yet effected by the 'big town' commercial effects of better known places. Booby Tanner was a delightful host, with refreshments, hot showers and washing facilities, and proper beds after camping for two nights.
Dinner at the local club, and off to bed.
105 kms. 4 hours 10 minutes. 23.3 kms an hour
Last night we had the Freeway at Morriset about 1 km away from our campsite. Last night the main road was about 50 metres away. And let me tell you - the Brisbane to Sydney (and vice versa) double d's start before midnight on a Sunday. I suspect that most of them are manly supporters after their win against Souths on Sunday.
We had Breakfast at the Pub in Buladelah, with again a good spread on offer. Eggs and bacon were on the go, to fire up the riders to North Haven. Luckily there were no baked beans - or the fire may have been more amid the Pack riders. We had no early openers at the Pub - not for a lack of interest among the riders who were barbing their skippers.
Pack 8 had by now found some deserters from day 1. Whilst the girls had moved on, and a couple of blokes, we came to realise that only the stayers and true believers belonged in the pack. We were like a group of fillies before a big race; nattering away, and failing to realise when we should head off. Unfortunately, our biggest frolicking filly was skipper Chris. He loves a chat, and seems to work on Fiji time - 'relax - it will happen'.
Regardless we gathered up at the caravan park for our 7.30 departure at 7.55am, only to see 2 of our team leaving the carpark (in a car). A level of frustration was offset by the chance to visit the toliets, and reacquaint one self with the surrounds of the Caravan Park at Buladelah. we eventually left at 8.20am, once Peter and Carole Anne had settled their bike finding difficulties.
We set off up the hill from Buladelah, and skipper Chris quickly taught us the art of rollovers, ones and twos, and avoiding trouble on a busy freeway. The freeway was relatively uneventful, with little happening but some neat rolling, and working in pairs. Pack 8 was moving like a well oiled machine - certainly since we had moved off the likes of the Red Baron, Shirley and Laverne, and others who didn't even warrant a nickname.
Our first hiccup was when Michael the Speculator ran over a rock at 40kms an hour, after about 16 ks on the road (no embellishment here, but it seemed like a bolder just appeared out of Mad Max). Pack 8 was to begin a love affair with the p ssssssssssssh .ss. hhh sound of the deflating tyre. Welby / Erroll / Curtley Kelleher assisted with repairs, and the repair team for punctures was tightening in Pack 8 (time taken = 7 minutes). I was making a serious challenge for the most flats in the week, and was confident of a good return here.
We made really good progress to our morning tea at Nabiac, where we found another 5 Packs waiting our arrival. That was because of the last on - last off principal; as there were roadworks further ahead at Kew, that meant riders had to be mini-bussed for 20 kms or so. Hence there was a backlog at Nabiac so as the queue wasn't south of Kew where the buses were running. The RTA who suggested this solution thought it was best not to use a new stretch of road, and keep the queuee (Kew) at Nabiac. Sound confusing? Join the queue.
The lengthy stay at morning tea became more confusing as we realised that skipper Chris had driven to Taree to replace his wheel. We in Pack 8 moved on in support of our skipper, and relocated Chris around the reentry to Failford north of Forster. We rode on a some balmy weather for this time of year. We journeyed over the Manning River twice, and our local GP Doctor Kildare was making more local calls into our riding lines then a Victorian Police Officer covering Underbelly. Kildare was riding mean (but not lean - his calves would make a great roast dinner) and was preoccupied with riding in the highest gears (and ring). Still - it made us feel safe so he could do what he wants.
Our Tandem bike riders had been summoned to another precinct, rode ahead all day to keep the other packs in order, and famously known today on day 3 as the Dukes of Hazard. They had their lovely wives with the for the trip, who along with Adrian assisted to the needs of Pack 8 like no other in the ride. The Dukes had a flat before the bus ride, and waited for the trusty team of Pack 8 to assist (once we arrived) to fix another flat tyre. Mark welby assited with the change, as did Michael, and luckily we both had helmets on as we knocked each other over bending over to fix the rim of the replaced tyre. Johhny wasn't impressed, and we looking a bit like the 3 stooges with a lot of riding to go. We were starting to collect enough bike tubes to setup our own trampoline business, and began putting out sounders for disused tubes to other Packs.
Eventually we made it to the mini bus changeover to Kew. Johnny found a better seat away from the back of the bus (with no emergency exit signs attached), but Mark / welby collected his head on the roof at the back sitting down. The trip was uneventful, but Pack 8 is lobbying that this 15 - 20 day scenic trip be part of every year's trip - every day; targetting steep climbs etc.
The Investor took us to his father in laws palce in North Haven once we pdealled from Kew into North Haven, a lovely coastal retreat on the mid north coast not yet effected by the 'big town' commercial effects of better known places. Booby Tanner was a delightful host, with refreshments, hot showers and washing facilities, and proper beds after camping for two nights.
Dinner at the local club, and off to bed.
105 kms. 4 hours 10 minutes. 23.3 kms an hour
Monday, May 3, 2010
Breakfast day 3
Breakfast to day on day 3 at the Buladelah Pub.
5.40 pack up of tents for ride off at 7.45am from Pub.
No early openers today.
Buladelah Mountain Climb Day 3
This is Pack 8 climbing the end of the Mountain out of Buladelah. Gives an idea of how spread out the pack can become over a long climb.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Day 2 Morisset to Buladelah
On again
Up at 5.40am to pack up the tent. Last night i forgot mention that Johnny gained his nickname - Reg the Conductor - After trying to sit in the vacant seat at the emergency exit of the mini bus. Thats our Johnny - always thinking of others and offering his seat to others.
Ray somehow survived the night in his livable coffin. My mattress decided to deflate at 10.30pm the previous night. We left the camp ground to ride to breakfast at Morriset Country Club. No notable mention here, except that Johnny must be sponsored by Ceylon Tea, as he used 4 bags to make 1 cup.
We left Morriset to head off to Hexham. Cliff from day 1 (Cliff Peters Printing - aka the Red Baron) moved up the ranks to Pack 7. We thought he was dreaming - but didn't catch sight of him for the rest of the day. A pity, as we thought we may have grabbed a sponsors name t-shirt at dinner.
The 42 kms to Maccas at Hexham was a good pedal - arriving at 10.45 having left at 7.50. After morning tea 4 of out team moved upto Pack 7, obviously thinking the Baron was onto a good thing. Our numbers now down to 17, we felt we were the Pack to be in, and started some moves that would have pleased the hardest judges of Ceroc. Once over the Hexham bridge, we began the rollovers, which to the simplest road rider is pretty straight forward. Nevertheless we even managed to master this procedure, and flew past Heatherbrea, with high hopes of hitting Buladelah well before the 4.00pm Souths Manly game.
Moving on towards Karuah, I started to reflect on the new sponsors shirt and nicks (shorts) I was wearing, having been distributed last night after dinner. All the Kelleher boys wore their new kit, although unfortunately Chris Kelleher couldn't make it, and his gear was worn by John. After 60 kms or so, I realised the new nicks weren't as well padded in the rear end as my other nicks. This was compounded by the fact that i had a distinct numb feeling in the rear section of my seating.
I have since rang one of Kevin Rudds 2024 medical advisers, and suggested that he convene a panel to investigate if we could eliminate anesthetists from Prostrate operations, as I feel sure that after 3 hours riding in a non-padded pair of shorts on a non-gel seat by males diagnosed with such problems, that one could have the procedure done in an hour, not feel a thing, have a cup of tea at the same time (imagine the hospitality dollars - not to mention if we offered the service to overseas patients!). The good doctor could have a wow of a time, and all would be happy.
Before setting off on this ride, I heard 2 things of interest. One was that male bike riders often had an enlarged prostrate. I now feel an expert in this area, and am happy to advise any bloggers. Secondly that bike riders can suffer from a decreased libido. I'm no expert here, but am appreciative of the home support over the past 3 months in training of over 1500kms. And 910kms this week. And Mark is doing 2000kms in the USA in August / September.
Back to the bike riding - we were cruising into Karuah when I popped a tyre, with a massive puncture. 12 kms out of Karuah wasn't too bad, but again it was my rear wheel. On the way out of Karuah, I then found I had another flat BEFORE leaving for the third leg to Buladelah. Whilst Ray may have been the Investor, I had now become the Speculator, accumulating two flats in no time, and breaking all starting records for flats at the beginning of a session.
Adrian Dixon - our brother in law - joined us at about 12.15, and began taking photos. He did this constantly in the afternoon to Buladelah, often lurking in the bushes on the side of the road, peaking out to take a shot or two as went by. Some of Pack 9 thought we were being stalked, but were soonn assured all was OK.
Unfortunately on the way into Karuah about 4 kms from town having left the Freeway, our skipper Chris landed in a sunken tarred pothole, which caused him to lose control of the bike. He flew awkwardly into the air and sideways, landing heavily on his side. Riding in formation, Lee broke off into the side grass bank, whilst Dave caught in the spotlights veered but ran over Chris's front wheel. It was all pretty scary, but luckily Chris was OK apart from some heavy bruises and lost skin. Luckily we have a doctor in our group (who is also a physio - waht luck hey!) It showed just how quickly something can go wrong, and the need to concentrate and work as team when riding as a pack. Earlier on, there had been a bad accident near the exit to Dungog, when three of the Pack 1 riders crashed at 50kms a road on the freeway, after 2 tyres had merely touched. On guy had a broken collarbone, another taken to hospital (later discharged), with all having serious skin loss.
Leaving Karuah, we had 45 kms to Buladelah, and rode steadily as a pack to arrive at 3.30pm
We travelled 128kms in 5 hours 25 minutes averaging about 23.6kms an hour.
At dinner, I was lucky enough to win the major raffle, which was a Toyota. The other winner actually wanted the Toyota, so I swapped them for their prize, which was a Black BMW. I am over the moon, as so many times i have wanted a black BMW, but all I could do was sit and watch. No more i promise you.
I'll post a picture tomorrow.
When we got home from dinner to the Caravan Park, somehow Ray's hutch had been either ran over, or sabotaged. I did some emergency repairs, but am worried that with heavy dew, it may not survive the night.
Off to my tent now - dew heavy, but I think some of my sleeping bag is dry
Riding from Buladelah to North Haven tomorrow
Up at 5.40am to pack up the tent. Last night i forgot mention that Johnny gained his nickname - Reg the Conductor - After trying to sit in the vacant seat at the emergency exit of the mini bus. Thats our Johnny - always thinking of others and offering his seat to others.
Ray somehow survived the night in his livable coffin. My mattress decided to deflate at 10.30pm the previous night. We left the camp ground to ride to breakfast at Morriset Country Club. No notable mention here, except that Johnny must be sponsored by Ceylon Tea, as he used 4 bags to make 1 cup.
We left Morriset to head off to Hexham. Cliff from day 1 (Cliff Peters Printing - aka the Red Baron) moved up the ranks to Pack 7. We thought he was dreaming - but didn't catch sight of him for the rest of the day. A pity, as we thought we may have grabbed a sponsors name t-shirt at dinner.
The 42 kms to Maccas at Hexham was a good pedal - arriving at 10.45 having left at 7.50. After morning tea 4 of out team moved upto Pack 7, obviously thinking the Baron was onto a good thing. Our numbers now down to 17, we felt we were the Pack to be in, and started some moves that would have pleased the hardest judges of Ceroc. Once over the Hexham bridge, we began the rollovers, which to the simplest road rider is pretty straight forward. Nevertheless we even managed to master this procedure, and flew past Heatherbrea, with high hopes of hitting Buladelah well before the 4.00pm Souths Manly game.
Moving on towards Karuah, I started to reflect on the new sponsors shirt and nicks (shorts) I was wearing, having been distributed last night after dinner. All the Kelleher boys wore their new kit, although unfortunately Chris Kelleher couldn't make it, and his gear was worn by John. After 60 kms or so, I realised the new nicks weren't as well padded in the rear end as my other nicks. This was compounded by the fact that i had a distinct numb feeling in the rear section of my seating.
I have since rang one of Kevin Rudds 2024 medical advisers, and suggested that he convene a panel to investigate if we could eliminate anesthetists from Prostrate operations, as I feel sure that after 3 hours riding in a non-padded pair of shorts on a non-gel seat by males diagnosed with such problems, that one could have the procedure done in an hour, not feel a thing, have a cup of tea at the same time (imagine the hospitality dollars - not to mention if we offered the service to overseas patients!). The good doctor could have a wow of a time, and all would be happy.
Before setting off on this ride, I heard 2 things of interest. One was that male bike riders often had an enlarged prostrate. I now feel an expert in this area, and am happy to advise any bloggers. Secondly that bike riders can suffer from a decreased libido. I'm no expert here, but am appreciative of the home support over the past 3 months in training of over 1500kms. And 910kms this week. And Mark is doing 2000kms in the USA in August / September.
Back to the bike riding - we were cruising into Karuah when I popped a tyre, with a massive puncture. 12 kms out of Karuah wasn't too bad, but again it was my rear wheel. On the way out of Karuah, I then found I had another flat BEFORE leaving for the third leg to Buladelah. Whilst Ray may have been the Investor, I had now become the Speculator, accumulating two flats in no time, and breaking all starting records for flats at the beginning of a session.
Adrian Dixon - our brother in law - joined us at about 12.15, and began taking photos. He did this constantly in the afternoon to Buladelah, often lurking in the bushes on the side of the road, peaking out to take a shot or two as went by. Some of Pack 9 thought we were being stalked, but were soonn assured all was OK.
Unfortunately on the way into Karuah about 4 kms from town having left the Freeway, our skipper Chris landed in a sunken tarred pothole, which caused him to lose control of the bike. He flew awkwardly into the air and sideways, landing heavily on his side. Riding in formation, Lee broke off into the side grass bank, whilst Dave caught in the spotlights veered but ran over Chris's front wheel. It was all pretty scary, but luckily Chris was OK apart from some heavy bruises and lost skin. Luckily we have a doctor in our group (who is also a physio - waht luck hey!) It showed just how quickly something can go wrong, and the need to concentrate and work as team when riding as a pack. Earlier on, there had been a bad accident near the exit to Dungog, when three of the Pack 1 riders crashed at 50kms a road on the freeway, after 2 tyres had merely touched. On guy had a broken collarbone, another taken to hospital (later discharged), with all having serious skin loss.
Leaving Karuah, we had 45 kms to Buladelah, and rode steadily as a pack to arrive at 3.30pm
We travelled 128kms in 5 hours 25 minutes averaging about 23.6kms an hour.
At dinner, I was lucky enough to win the major raffle, which was a Toyota. The other winner actually wanted the Toyota, so I swapped them for their prize, which was a Black BMW. I am over the moon, as so many times i have wanted a black BMW, but all I could do was sit and watch. No more i promise you.
I'll post a picture tomorrow.
When we got home from dinner to the Caravan Park, somehow Ray's hutch had been either ran over, or sabotaged. I did some emergency repairs, but am worried that with heavy dew, it may not survive the night.
Off to my tent now - dew heavy, but I think some of my sleeping bag is dry
Riding from Buladelah to North Haven tomorrow
The investor, Ray 'Roy' Bernasconi needs to give up some of his hard earned, and make a fair dinkum purchase on a tent.
Ray borrowed this swag from Michael (it was extremely holy, having spent its last night with the Pope and 250000 others at WYD 2008 at Randwick.
Once Ray put his blow up mattress in, and all of his warddrobe and riding accessories, we thought he was going to heaven, as it was more like a coffin!
Part of Pack 8.
This is our version of Miami Vice. Don and John.
They cruise around making sure we all behave ourself.
I'd suggest all married couples get one - but you'd have to talk to each other.
Can you imagine riding to Queensland on this.
The boys are doing fine.
A few technical hitches.
Taken at lunch day 1, after coming
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Day 1 1st May
Well, the journey began at about 4.40am, well before the alarm bell with the pre event jitters; what the hell am I doing this for? And more importantly - can I do this thing?
Not to worry as Anne-Marie and I greeted Lauren as she prepared for work, and opening Woolies at 6.00am.
I was looking for a hatrick of things to go wrong - the first of which was when the zipper on my backpack broke before I left.
Out the door by 6.10am, we arrived in plenty of time at Hornsby Tafe - only to find it deserted. Luckily, i spotted a car with a bike on top of the roof, and followed it to the correct destination (along with a few others who had done the same thing).
By this stage, the great weather predicted for our departure had turned into an Iris mist. Luckily, I ignored the weather, determined to beat all the elements (and shutting off the desire to go home!). I also ignored the fact that this was the third thing before even leaving!
We signed on, had a host of visitors (Anne-Marie, Joanne and friend, Hogans, Therese Smeal), and a crowd of what appeared well into the 1000's! There were over 130 bike riders dispersed in 9 packs. The Kelleher Brothers - Johnny, Mark and Michael - along with the famous Italian Ray Bernasconi (who was to become known shortly as the investor) decided to lodge an application with the rear packs, figuring it might be easier just to "drop off" if at the rear of the field.
We set off at a leisurely pace, with our group - Pack 8 - being the leaders in technology (look at this blog!), resilience (we headed off in the rain as it moved from mist to rain - and we were ready for any hail that descended), and versatility and flexibility. We already had Pack 9 in our sights after some inspirational words form our stand in skipper Peter "lance Armstrong", when we heard a horrible hissing sound.
After 2 minute 24 seconds, and 925 metres into our epic 910km ride, we had our first flat tyre. This certainly tested our 'versatility and flexibility', but we felt proud of the fact that no other pack could lay claim to this trophy. Pack 8 gas decided to send up Ray Bernasconi at Fridays Presentation dinner to recieve this new award (as suggested by our Pack). Ray had a wow of a time replacing his tube, given his hands were chilled to ice in the rainy conditions.
We estimated that 5 packs then passed us by whilst Ray repaired his bike, no doubt envious of our new found status.
Undeterred we set off again, and after 9 kms in 35 minutes, we stopped for a toilet stop at the Petrol Station on Pacific Highway near Asquith, we watched the next few packs pass us by, and at our current speed expected to arrive by 8.30pm that night.
We settled down to the fair dinkum staff, and Pack 8 with 21 riders (including Don and John on a tandem bike - our version of Miami Vice) headed off up the highway. When we got to Mt White, all of the packs and riders had to wait together to have a police escort up the 10 km climb (Pack 8 was always confident we would catch them!). this was actually quite a buzz, as 130 plus riders climbed this ascent, with a bit of an adrenalim rush.
At the and we stopped for morning tea. Upon our departure, we quickly realised much to the skippers horror that we had lost a rider. The support 'search and rescue' team were sent out for our missing lady who had apparently taken a wrong term, and was heading to Wisemans Ferry. To make the day a little more challenging, the skipper informed us that it was his partner. Some male riders were heard to offer helpful suggestions like 'get her a Nat Sav', or 'do you let her read the street directory?.'
We headed off after morning tea to move up past Wyong and some lovely countryside. After 300 metres, one could here the terrible snake sound, and yep - we had another flat tyre. Ray Bernasconi once again showed remarkable skills in repairing his tyre in half the time as this morning. Ray quickly became known as 'The Investor' (because he has two flats).
we travalled the next 30 kms without much ado, until we had our descent along Bumble Mountain(?), which is a sharp rapid descent. I managed to lose my water bottle at the end, and in turning around fell off my bike - easily done when you forget to undo your cleats. we were pretty dispersed in this ride, with the pack being spread over 3 kms, and some again taking wrong turns.
After lunch, we all looked to The Investor for any action as we pulled out onto the road. But Ray seemed to have fixed the problem, and was talking of returning to his slick wheels tomorrow (you should have seen the box Ray took on the truck; could have held a bike shop in there for all we know!)
We rode as pack for the last 40 kms into Morrisset, which was uneventful but good fun.
Upon arrival we pitched tents. Ray appears to have a size problem in his hutch.
Dinner at the Club was great. We were given our sponsors product of a shirt and bike shorts. John Kelleher didnt have any, but thanks Chris Kelleher, as Johhny now owns his gear.
Anyhow - day 1 down.
115 kms in just over 5 hours riding.
photos attached for viewing and laughs
Not to worry as Anne-Marie and I greeted Lauren as she prepared for work, and opening Woolies at 6.00am.
I was looking for a hatrick of things to go wrong - the first of which was when the zipper on my backpack broke before I left.
Out the door by 6.10am, we arrived in plenty of time at Hornsby Tafe - only to find it deserted. Luckily, i spotted a car with a bike on top of the roof, and followed it to the correct destination (along with a few others who had done the same thing).
By this stage, the great weather predicted for our departure had turned into an Iris mist. Luckily, I ignored the weather, determined to beat all the elements (and shutting off the desire to go home!). I also ignored the fact that this was the third thing before even leaving!
We signed on, had a host of visitors (Anne-Marie, Joanne and friend, Hogans, Therese Smeal), and a crowd of what appeared well into the 1000's! There were over 130 bike riders dispersed in 9 packs. The Kelleher Brothers - Johnny, Mark and Michael - along with the famous Italian Ray Bernasconi (who was to become known shortly as the investor) decided to lodge an application with the rear packs, figuring it might be easier just to "drop off" if at the rear of the field.
We set off at a leisurely pace, with our group - Pack 8 - being the leaders in technology (look at this blog!), resilience (we headed off in the rain as it moved from mist to rain - and we were ready for any hail that descended), and versatility and flexibility. We already had Pack 9 in our sights after some inspirational words form our stand in skipper Peter "lance Armstrong", when we heard a horrible hissing sound.
After 2 minute 24 seconds, and 925 metres into our epic 910km ride, we had our first flat tyre. This certainly tested our 'versatility and flexibility', but we felt proud of the fact that no other pack could lay claim to this trophy. Pack 8 gas decided to send up Ray Bernasconi at Fridays Presentation dinner to recieve this new award (as suggested by our Pack). Ray had a wow of a time replacing his tube, given his hands were chilled to ice in the rainy conditions.
We estimated that 5 packs then passed us by whilst Ray repaired his bike, no doubt envious of our new found status.
Undeterred we set off again, and after 9 kms in 35 minutes, we stopped for a toilet stop at the Petrol Station on Pacific Highway near Asquith, we watched the next few packs pass us by, and at our current speed expected to arrive by 8.30pm that night.
We settled down to the fair dinkum staff, and Pack 8 with 21 riders (including Don and John on a tandem bike - our version of Miami Vice) headed off up the highway. When we got to Mt White, all of the packs and riders had to wait together to have a police escort up the 10 km climb (Pack 8 was always confident we would catch them!). this was actually quite a buzz, as 130 plus riders climbed this ascent, with a bit of an adrenalim rush.
At the and we stopped for morning tea. Upon our departure, we quickly realised much to the skippers horror that we had lost a rider. The support 'search and rescue' team were sent out for our missing lady who had apparently taken a wrong term, and was heading to Wisemans Ferry. To make the day a little more challenging, the skipper informed us that it was his partner. Some male riders were heard to offer helpful suggestions like 'get her a Nat Sav', or 'do you let her read the street directory?.'
We headed off after morning tea to move up past Wyong and some lovely countryside. After 300 metres, one could here the terrible snake sound, and yep - we had another flat tyre. Ray Bernasconi once again showed remarkable skills in repairing his tyre in half the time as this morning. Ray quickly became known as 'The Investor' (because he has two flats).
we travalled the next 30 kms without much ado, until we had our descent along Bumble Mountain(?), which is a sharp rapid descent. I managed to lose my water bottle at the end, and in turning around fell off my bike - easily done when you forget to undo your cleats. we were pretty dispersed in this ride, with the pack being spread over 3 kms, and some again taking wrong turns.
After lunch, we all looked to The Investor for any action as we pulled out onto the road. But Ray seemed to have fixed the problem, and was talking of returning to his slick wheels tomorrow (you should have seen the box Ray took on the truck; could have held a bike shop in there for all we know!)
We rode as pack for the last 40 kms into Morrisset, which was uneventful but good fun.
Upon arrival we pitched tents. Ray appears to have a size problem in his hutch.
Dinner at the Club was great. We were given our sponsors product of a shirt and bike shorts. John Kelleher didnt have any, but thanks Chris Kelleher, as Johhny now owns his gear.
Anyhow - day 1 down.
115 kms in just over 5 hours riding.
photos attached for viewing and laughs
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